Because i was bored.

Like a common face in the crowd,
And a withering leaf on a tree,
The mourning of the enchanted sky,
i'm the buzzing sound of a bee.

So incapable, so rejected,
so invisible, oh so meaningless

And my life is an inverted umbrella,
There's no place to hold on to.
It's like a living tornado,
which disrupts lives of others too!


Like a blinking light in the sky,
and a drop in the ocean,
The disguising tear of every eye,
is tearing out off me.

So incapable, so rejected,
so invisible, oh so unwanted.

And my life is a broken willow,
that has a name carved deep into it,
No possible traces of reality,
My life feels like a myth.

And my life is an inverted umbrella,
There's no place to hold on to.
It's like a living tornado,
which disrupts lives of others too!